Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.